Aghast at all I see,

The fragrance rank to me

The smell of decay set free,

By bodies and debris.

 

The stillness of the night,

Sends everything to flight.

There’s no more room for light,

I’m saddened by this plight.

 

How did we get to this?

A tale from the abyss.

I think I felt death’s kiss,

When I stopped to reminisce.

 

Never share your feelings such,

People don’t like things as much.

They prefer the gift of touch,

Keep your mouth closed like a clutch.

 

Now I’ll end my tale of woe,

I only wanted you to know.

Be careful who you show,

Your emotions have to go.

 

©2023 Marsha L. Brown